Can you believe it? A new science museum, and this one's only a town over!" squealed the teacher, bouncing up and down.

"Uh huh..." said her aide. "And this one's got a touch tunnel too..."

The aide was staring the entrance of the attraction with a conflicted look upon her face. Last time she'd been through one of these there had been... unexpected discoveries which only SHE seemed to have noticed. On one hand, it was bizarre. On the other...

"I'm so glad they asked us to this pre-opening. I think spending a whole day running through the exhibits with just adults is a great way to help educators better identify how to teach students the various lessons once we come through with our classes."

"Uh huh..." the aide repeated.

She looked back at the line forming behind them. Two or three dozen fresh-from-college young educators were all waiting to crawl through the pitch black tunnel.

"Tell you what. You go first this time," suggested the aide, a devious smile briefly flitting across her lips.

"I was hoping you'd say that!" she said, leaving her shoes in a bin beside the door and eagerly crawling in.

The young teacher hadn't learned from her last trip and had worn a skirt, thus flashing her aide with a clear shot of her panties as she scurried through the rubber flaps that prevented any light from entering the tunnel.

Once her boss was clear of the entrance, the aide quickly followed. It was much the same experience as last time. Carpet of various textures, bars here, slopes there. All touch and sound, no sight.

"It never ceases to fascinate me how quickly the other senses begin to take over," the teacher stated, stopping short to run her fingers through the plush carpet beneath her.

The aide bumped into her bosses but, briefly pressing her nose into the fragrant cloth of her panties.

"Oh, sorry about that. Careful back there," said the teacher.

The aide pulled back, lingering a fraction of an inch from the warm, soft bottom of her superior. As she waited, the butt unseen but felt as a mild warmth just beyond the tip of her nose, the aide felt her curiosity flare. Last time, her boss had gotten to explore something far more interesting that a carpeted tunnel. Ever since then, the aide had been fixating on the experience. From her point of view, it had been BEYOND pleasurable... and she wondered what it had been like for her boss, who had remained blissfully unaware throughout.

"I've simply got to ask them where they got this carpet in this section. It's so cushy. I want it for my den."

The teacher leaned a little lower, mistakingly bumping her aide again. It was the last straw. Without warning, she reached forward, blindly groping in front of her until she had two handfuls of her boss's posterior. Following the line of her panties, the aide slid her hands up and hooked her fingers into the waistband.

"Whoa! Careful there! I haven't--"

*SPLURK* *SHLK* *SHLK* *SHLURRRRRRP*

It took a little bit of force, but after a hard shove and a little twisting, the aide managed to spread her boss's cheeks and slide her head deep inside. Instantly she was rewarded with a musky smell and a tight, clingy warm basting her face. Wriggling forward with purpose, she could feel the muscles clench down around her, trying to keep her out. Her boss's voice came in high pitched, gasping moans--too small to worry anyone who might be monitoring them, but loud enough for the aide to know that it was just as fun for her boss as it had been for her.

She twisted her shoulders and wriggled them through, feeling them pop into the teacher's bowels and drive her face forward. As disgusting as it should have been the only thing that the aide felt was a moist, sensual caress that grew warmer and tighter with each inch she crawled. The teacher's insides danced and fluttered against the massive intrusion her body was making, causing tingling waves of delight to drift across the aide's skin. She dug her toes into the carpet and pushed harder, feeling the tight pucker of her boss's breasts first push her breasts down, then flatten them against her chest, and finally swallow them inside where they plumped back out. The tender flesh of her nipples sent new jolts of pleasure through the aide as, even through the fabric of her blouse, the clutching and kneading muscular contractions teased them.

Her trim stomach took no more than a few simple shoves to be swallowed up by the teacher's increasingly hungry bottom. Now that enough of her was inside that the angle was getting tricky to push, the aide worried she'd have difficulty moving forward. There was no need. Once her hips popped inside, the moist sphincter slipped effortlessly down the slope of her thighs. Though it had started as something startling and confusing, the way the teacher was squeezing with purpose made it clear that she was not only aware of what was going on, but happy to help it along. Each contraction of her anus gulped her aide up six and ten inches at a time as she clenched with what could only be called a lustful need to devour the rest.

In no time her aide's stocking-clad feet slurped up and popped inside. Now the assistant teacher's whole body was wrapped in a tight cocoon of flesh. Part of her wanted to stay put, to feel the muscles all around her do their best to knead and churn her like the food they were used to. But there was only so much time they could spend in here, and the last thing she wanted was to have someone on the outside find out what sort of lascivious deeds the two of them were up to. She crawled and wriggled through the twists and turns of intestines. When she'd made it as far as the stomach (judging by the smoother feel to the surrounding flesh and its much greater willingness to stretch... not to mention the much more gastric smell) she heard her boss's voice thrumming around her.

"Is this... hah... is this what happened the last time? Was it... YOU I was exploring?"

"Yep," the aide said. "Guess you should have paid more attention in the biology classes, or you'd have figured it out.

She pushed her head up into the esophagus and shimmied her shoulders in as well, forcing her way up the tightest part of the journey yet and trying to think unsexy thoughts as her body greatly approved of the intense sensations it brought. She'd made the poor choice of leading with her face, which meant by the time her breasts and midriff had followed her into the throat, her arms were pinned to her side and of little help to her forward motion. Inchworming forward, she finally felt her face push past the teeth and slither through the soft, full lips of her boss.

The air outside was cool on her moistened face, but when she tried to push more than her head out of her boss's mouth, she found that the same coolness refused to creep any further down her neck. The teeth seemed to have pressed down ever so lightly, locking her shoulders inside.

"Come on, boss. Open wide. I'm kind of stuck. Wh-- What are you doing?"

Feeling the curious sensation of a grin coming to the lips that were wrapped around her neck, the aide next felt two fingers press to her forehead. Slowly she began to slide back into the warm of the mouth. She tried to object, but her boss just gave a quick shove and a hungry swallow and a wave of muscle sent her back into the stomach with a wet plop.

"Hey! You've got to let me out!" the aide called.

"Oh... I will..." her boss crooned in a sultry voice. "But why should you be the only one who gets a biology lesson today..."

The aide struggled a bit, trying to force her way back up the through, but any motion forward was quickly canceled by a firm swallow that shoved her back down. Finally she abandoned the escape attempts and gave in to the churning massage she'd been trying so hard to ignore. She felt her boss shift, angling her body down and pointing her butt upward such that her cheeks spread a bit more. After a second or two, a half heard murmur of curiosity and confusion was followed by another wet slurp as the next teacher discovered this new "obstacle."

~~~

Over the next few minutes, a sequence of young men and women wormed their way into and through the teacher's lower body, eventually slithering into the stomach to join the aide and those who came before them in an increasingly entangled and intimate mass of squirming, moist flesh. The operators of the attraction had sent every last person on line through before they noticed that no one had yet made it to the other end. Close to fifty people were packed inside, no room for modesty personal space, nothing more than a wad of wet and sweaty humanity pressed tightly together.

The teacher crawled through the remaining stretch of tunnel and slid out the exit. Despite holding four dozen adults, her stomach was only just barely straining the fabric of her dress.

"Mmhmmhmm," she murmured pleasantly, stroking her squirming belly with one hand and brushing her disheveled hair aside with the other. "I hope you are all taking notes in there. When you finally get out of this little... teacher's convention... we're going to have to discuss if this is the sort of thing that might allow for a little... hands on learning with our students..."